[Why is he frowning at her she hasn't even done anything-- oh God, has she said something? What did she just say? Was it bad?]

Look, I am all for meeting you in private for some one-on-one time. [...] ...To talk. About things. Just talk! I just-- need to know where. Or you can come to my room, if you don't want to tell me. [She exhales, sighing. Not exactly how she imagined first inviting a man up to her room, but, well. A girl can't be picky in situations like this.]